"The Moppet Family - Same Family, New Thread..."

Mignolia (real): Well, mainly I wanted to explain the flirtations of my counterpart. You see. It isn't really me but a future great grandaughter of mine. She's came to find a cure for a very sick boy and her husband.

*Calmly... Wait, you have a great-granddaughter? She must be quite clever to pass herself off as... *Fumbles for a second. Um, what I mean is... Erm, is there anything I can do to help her find this cure she seeks? Not really a doctor, but some of those Fraggle things know of herbal remedies and they've helped me put it all down in my special book. *Offers Miss Coale a drink to ease her nerves.

*Smiles at her remark. *Thinking. Well, if this boy has far too much power like you say... He could be hexactly what we be lookin' for. See, there's this quartzed crystal that's coming in fragments from all across the United States. Magical folks thought the best place fer it would be a pit of blackest pitch, where nobody'd be able to find it. But I sorta got the notion that such a thing would be better served as a glowing reminder to all that we hav at least one safe haven in this world. So after some powerful convincin' from one of those Fraggles, it's been arranged to be put together as one big twinklin' trinket at the base of our new school's clocktower. Sounds like this boy of hern might be saved... If we can safely ciphen his excess energy into the shards. I'll let you run it by this great-granddaughter of yern, just leave a note here tacked to the sign outside my doors. Off to go convey the cargo from the trainyards just about now.
*Bows again as he escorts Miss Coale down the stairs and then tips his demon-horn cowboy hat to her as the two part company.

As the train drives on the train conductor sees something from out along the plains. It seem to look like an older lady with a young guy trailing up along side her. As they get closers the train trails on.

Goldie: *wearing a clothespin on her nose because of Yakky's hooves* Wow.... it is really warm here.... *makes an imprint in the ground and suddenly several shamrocks spring up, blocking the heat for her* Much better! Phew! I never realized how stuffy these dresses are! You'd think women of the day would've found something cooler to wear.....

Mignolia (Mother): Let's just say you aren't the first gentleman to not talk. Now why don't we have a few drinks *eases an arm around father and slips his wallet out of his pocket taking what she needs and putting it back without him knowing*...but lets do so in the privacy of my place. It's quieter and away from the barroom noise.

Father: Why...er...right, quieter...and we do need quiet...to talk...and not be disturbed by talking which is being talked by other...talkers...talking...so we should, yes, move away from the talking in the bar, to quiet talking in a talking place where we can...Parker: *internal voice* *headslap*
Father: Your place, right.

*Retrieves the Quartzium Core shards... *Unites them all at the secret room in the clock tower. So now all we have to do is put this over glittery jigsaw together again and hope it can power up the clock. Mmm, we might need Miss Coale's great-granddaughter's boy for this. It's her choice... Though I believe we can help each other out here. *Leaves two Gartham guards to make sure noone steals the magic baubble while discussions with some of the other creatures are had to establish the basic campus and beginnings of the School for the Gifted Magical Arts.
Dang, we've got to come up with a better school acronym than that. It's just as bad as S.P.E.W. *Makes spitting noise, then swallowing as I can't really spit.

Mr. Moore: *opens one of the train doors to see what's going on* (lowers voice) Ah ha! So that's what's happening? That old lady and her young cohort won't rob this train. *shuts the door quitely* I sure do hope i can save that cute women back there. I know! I'll get some help from an old friend. *opens a window and a small bird crawls out of his pocket* I need you to carry this note to BTM. His ranch is just around that bin. Understand that?

Father: Why...er...right, quieter...and we do need quiet...to talk...and not be disturbed by talking which is being talked by other...talkers...talking...so we should, yes, move away from the talking in the bar, to quiet talking in a talking place where we can...Parker: *internal voice* *headslap*
Father: Your place, right.

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Many hours later Father and Miss Mignolia whom is really his long lost wife disappear together. She drugs him and meets drags him with her to the clock tower along with the two children. Together they waited with the real Miss Mignolia on Blackwell.

... Meanwhile, two fuzzy little things, reminiscent of garbage scow rats inform Blackwell of the visitors at the clock tower. The Garthams haven't attacked... But they are watching for any sudden movements. *Bowing his black demonhorn-tipped hat in the presence of the ladies, he is amazed at the almost identical nature of the aura images projected by both women. Mmm mmm mmm, if that don't beat all. You really are Miss Coale's great-granddaughter. *Inspects Christy's newest magical charges. Yep, that boy of yern has got the power fever something mighty awful. Only way to help him out is to drain it all out. *Leads the party downstairs into the secret stashed vaults, deep underground yet still connected to the ironwork machinery. All right, just settle him down here and place his hand on the completed crystal. *Sits down with palms stretched out, eyes fully shut and starts to chant some learned Native American Fraggle hymns. He encourages the bewildered mother to take heart, as the process will leave the boy devoid of most his magics, save for one life spark.

Father: *unconcious* Great...I come all the way to the past, just to end up unconcious again.

Hevej: *elsewhere, following a tracker he installed in his 'son' Bo* *one that cannot be discovered by magic tricks* *because while he married Mrs Moppet Senior and convinced her to go back in time to get the national reserve...what Hevej was after was something else entirely...*

*Gartham, smells tracker chip, rips it from Bo's shoulder with its claws, eats it. *Spits it out all mangled. *Last bit of chip gets crushed under the heel of the blackened booted baron. *Crunch. Never mind that, tain't nothin' important.